I woke up Friday morning and realized that in exactly one month, I will be 32 years old. Like any self-respecting adult, I rolled over and went back to bed.

I’m not going to lie — I definitely expected my life to be much different by this point. If you had asked me when I was 22 where I’d be at 32, I would have said:

• I’d be married.

• Have 2.5 children.

• Have …